Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing
How love that passes is enough.
Sing about the long deep sleep
Of lovers that are dead, and how
In the grave all love shall sleep:
Love is aweary now.
More verses by James Joyce
- Ecce Puer
- At That Hour
- A Flower Given To My Daughter
- Because Your Voice Was At My Side
- I Hear An Army Charging Upon The Land